Well, baby girl, we've made it to 6 months. Half a year. Time's running away from us and all I want is for it to go just a little slower. But it'll keep moving, and you'll keep growing into a beautiful, smart and silly little lady. My little lady.
Our relationship is growing too. Like girlfriends who've known each other for years, you'll give me a look, I'll give you the same look back, and we'll giggle like we've just shared a joke only we know. I'm already so proud of you...of the person I can already see you becoming. You've got so much character and I can't wait to see how it all develops. You've got a hold on me like no other.
Now excuse me while I go blubber like a fool in the corner.